Monthly Archives: January 2016

Abilene – A Dinner

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Abilene sounds like either the women in a horror movie who sits in her basement rocking chair for months on end or the name of an overplayed southern rock song from the 80’s. In the case of this article, it’s neither, but rather a restaurant that opened mid-2015 on Deering Ave. in Portland. I took a quick look at the menu after seeing that they were receiving some online interest and decent reviews and dragged my wife there for a bite to eat on a Saturday night before we met some friends at a concert.

We arrived at around 6:30 which I thought might be nearing peak time. However, when we walked in, there were four people at the bar and no one else in the entire place who wasn’t an employee. Everyone there, including the bartender/waitress seemed to know each other. We were told by one of the bar patrons to grab a seat anywhere. I thought that was odd, but we followed instructions and took a table off to the side. After a short wait, the waitress brought menus and promised to be back with water.

As the waitress walked away from our table, we noted that the ambiance wasn’t much of an ambiance at all and the lack of a crowd wasn’t helping to create one. We began to look at the drink menu and by the time our waters were poured, we were ready to order some additional liquids. Mrs. Portlandeater went with a Bicudo Vinho Verde from Portugal and I with the Melon Burbon Shrub – Jim Beam, rocks. We then took a gander at the food menu which was divided into four categories – smalls, sandwiches, greens, and mains and started to figure out what we wanted to eat.

Our/the waitress returned with the drinks and we were ready to place our food orders. I went with the app of Manchego Toast – mushroom, garlic, shallots, reduced sherry butter and she requested the Roasted Garlic Caesar – kale, romaine hearts, herb focaccia croutons, parmesan cheese. For entrees, I took the Chickory Rubbed Brisket – crispy potato hash, seasonal vegetables, and horseradish butter and Mrs. Portlandeater asked for the Pecan Crusted Haddock – curry honey yogurt, seasonal vegetables, and citrus herb rice.

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Once all the food was ordered, we put our glasses to our lips. Mine came in a small mason jar. We both tried them and gave each other a look for the same reason. Our drinks were fizzy. Although many shrub drinks are made with soda, the menu didn’t list that as an ingredient, so I assumed there wasn’t any in it. My wife didn’t realize that Vinho Verdes could be a bit fizzy and neither did I at the time. It’s certainly possible we should have asked about the drinks, but it seemed that the menu should have noted their bubbly features. Nonetheless, we made them work and continued to consume them.

While we worked on our drinks, someone came in to the restaurant, spoke to the waitress, looked at a menu, and left. When he came in we got a huge cold breeze on us which lasted until just before we got our appetizers about ten minutes later. We couldn’t figure out why the cold air continued long after the door was closed, but it was uncomfortable and felt like there was air conditioning blowing on us the entire time. There was nothing blocking the brisk winter weather, but a barrier of some sort would have been ideal.

With appetizers in front of us and the air just starting to warm, we got to trying some food. I was excited to try mine as I will eat anything with manchego on it. My plate carried three pieces of long, thin toast with melted cheese topped with the mushrooms and butter sauce. I worked on cutting a piece which was challenging because it was so crispy. Upon finally dropping a bite into my toast hole, I bit down onto the super crisp bread with tasty cheese and noted the sherry, mushroom, and garlic flavor. It was awesome. I loved the crispy, crunchy toast and the sherry butter flavor was intense. It was thoroughly delicious and every part of it worked together perfectly. My wife noted that her salad was good, but a bit light on dressing.

After many bites, we finished our apps and waited for our main courses. We got them before long and dug right in. I dissected one of my three thin slices of brisket. As soon as I put it in my mouth, I realized that it was all fat. Taking a closer look, I separated the pieces of fat from the pieces of actual meat. Unfortunately, there was a lot of fat – almost as much as there was meat. There are both fatty and lean parts of brisket, but these slices would have been much better lean. There was just too much fat and not enough actual meat on the plate. The pat of horseradish butter on it had only enough horseradish for me to realize it was there, but didn’t offer a ton of flavor, leaving the lean portion of the beef acceptable, but not exceptional.

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Moving on from my beef, I tried the crispy potato hash. It was actually quite solid. As promised in the name, the potatoes were very crispy and salty. I followed up with the vegetables, which were fresh, crunchy, and buttery. They were also tasty. My wife was enjoying her meal and I tried her haddock to confirm that it was indeed good as was the curry honey yogurt that came with it. We continued to eat, finishing our meals outside the part of my beef I had pushed to the side. We passed on dessert and I was ready to get the bill.

The total cost of the meal came to about $70 after tip. It was a reasonable price, but there were definitely some issues we encountered. Abilene doesn’t have much in the way of atmosphere. That may be because there wasn’t really anyone there when we went, but it simply didn’t feel super inviting. The cold air issue we were subjected to was very unpleasant. I’m not sure why it was so prolonged, but even if it had gone away quickly, it was still not good. Probably the biggest cause for concern was my brisket. It wasn’t up to par. I would have liked a lean portion and the horseradish butter could have added much more flavor than it did. Correcting those brisket issues would have really improved my meal.

Despite it’s challenges, Abilene exhibits a bit of hope in that they had good appetizers and sides and my wife’s meal was good. The service was fine though we were the only customers at a table. Still, I can’t imagine they’d be able to stay open for dinner with the lack of business I saw on a Saturday night. I did note after the meal that most of their reviews were for brunch. Maybe that would have been a different experience. Hopefully, Abilene will do something to up their dinner game. If they can succeed at brunch, maybe they can make dinner match that and become one of the go-to spots in the area. It won’t be a easy, but I think it will be necessary to keep up with the rest of Portland’s restaurant scene.

Stay hungry.

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Isa – They Do It

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In the days before I memorized the lyrics to every Justin Bieber and Taylor Swift song, I felt like I was totes missing out the most awesome music available on Earth. Everyone was talking about them and I had no idea the full scope of their greatness. I took the requisite time out of my life to thoroughly learn everything Bieber/Swift and join the world in seeing how they could provide me a fuller, happier existence. In much the same way, I felt compelled to visit Isa Bistro on Portland St. recently. They’ve been getting a lot of food media attention lately, but I had never been. In order to keep up with the food media Joneses, I went down with my wife to see what all the hubbub was about. I didn’t want to be left in the dark any longer about an eatery that seemed to have so much interest.

Upon our first steps into the place, I was pleased with the look of the restaurant. There were brick walls, a nice bar, and a generally interesting design that epitomized the term “bistro”. It felt big city cozy and quaint without any pretense. Just under a dozen bar seats and just over a dozen tables made it small to medium-sized by my estimates. We headed straight for the bar which had plenty of open seats since we were there early. I wouldn’t say the bottle selection was enormous, but it seemed to be carefully picked with some local options and a good variety of quality spirits. The draught beer selection followed suit with few options, but excellent ones.

We arrived just before happy hour ended, so we had a choice of a couple beer and wine specials for four and five bucks respectively. The wine specials were red or white which made it a relatively simple choice if one wanted some fermented grape goodness. Though it seemed everyone there was drinking a red, my wife defiantly chose the white which she preempted with an “I’m not picky.” The beer choices were Banded Horn Pepperell Luminaire and Rising Tide Ishmael. Maine Beer Company and Foundation brews rounded out the full draught menu, but I was headed for a happy hour Horn.

In a couple minutes our beer and wine were poured and delivered. The Banded Horn tasted great and was also less filling. We sipped and  began to scan the list of food for items which suited our fancy that evening. The menu was a single page and divided into four categories – starters, mains, salads, and sides. As is often the case, I was in the mood for poultry or seafood. There was duck on the menu and a duck special available too, but no chicken. I was hoping more for a clucker than a quacker, so I turned my thoughts to ocean dwellers.  The fish choices included escargot and octopus apps and a monkfish entree. I was taken by the Escargot – parsley butter, herbed breadcrumbs – because it was something I hadn’t had in a while, so ordering that became a certainty. As a plus, it reminded me of some Biggie lyrics…”Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly”. My wife wanted to try the House Cut Fries with guajillo aioli which she graciously agreed to share.

The fries soon came out glistening and crispy. We accepted an offer of ketchup and cracked pepper for them. The escargot followed and was plated with one in each of four corners and the team captain decorated with sprouts in the middle. The slow-movers sat on rounds of bread and were topped with the crunchy crumbs. The parsley butter was partially covering the rounds and created an herbaceous green puddle on the plate. Without hesitation, I forked my way downward through the snail and bread. I then turned my utensil parallel to the plate and carefully rotated it in order to coat the sides of the bread in the greened butter. Making a snail trail to my mouth, I tried the bugger. It was superb. I got a crunch and some garlic right away. The bread was a perfect, soft base which held the butter quite well. The minimalist flavor of parsley added a great hint of herb without overpowering the natural deliciousness of escargot. My wife asked how it was. “Isa good,” I replied, completely hypnotized.

Next I got to the fries which Mrs. Portlandeater seemed to be enjoying. I tried one by itself and it was beautifully crispy. Then I dipped one into the aioli. I generally love aioli and this was no different though the guajillo added an extra element of flavor. It was so good, I considered spooning into my face, but thought that might be a little overboard. Instead of doing that, I dipped each tater stick, trying to get as much of the awesome addition on them as possible. Fortunately, the wife was eating more of the ketchup, so there was no shortage of aioli for me.

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Without wasting any time, we finished our food and requested some waters in addition to our happy hour drinks to wash it all down. Then we got to choosing more. We were both unsure if the mains made the most sense or if starters, salads, and sides were the order of the day. She began leaning in the direction of Eggplant Lasagna – homemade pasta and ricotta, tarragon. I decided to switch it up and go with a salad and a side, choosing first the Cabbage Salad – pepitas, ricotta salata, honey lime vin. After that, I looked at the sides and came up with more potato, choosing the Potato Gratin with Swiss, bacon, and thyme. I don’t really think you can ever have too much potato in a meal, so it was a fine option.

It would be a bit of a wait before we got our food, so we passed the time by counting the bricks in the wall and playing the name game with Portland restaurants. Eventually, it was all delivered by the bartender. We accepted more cracked pepper on our items and got down to the serious business of eating. I first tried the cabbage salad for which I was pretty excited. There was a generous helping of purple cabbage – my fave – on top with what might have been butter lettuce on the bottom. Pepitas were sprinkled on and many small cubes of cheese were throughout with three cheese triangles also leaning against it. I tried a bite with all parts on my fork. The crunchy cabbage, delicate lettuce, and mild cheese were given significant pop by the awesome dressing. With a little honey sweet and a ton of super fresh lime, the vinaigrette was one of the best I ever had. All combined, it was the best salad I’d had in recent memory – just outstanding.

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As my wife enjoyed her lasagna and ordered more wine, I continued nibbling. I really liked everything about my salad and was a little heartbroken when it was done. However, I still had my potato gratin in front of me to enjoy. The square, many-layered potato piece was topped with browned cheese and sprigs of thyme. The bacon was worked in there somehow though I didn’t see it with mine eyes. I cut into it and snagged a bite. It was quite tasty, though I felt it could have used a little bit more cheese. It was just so dense with potato, that the cheese was drowned out slightly. Still, it was excellent and well worth the price of admission.

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Finished with our food, we wiped our faces clean and agreed to take a look at the dessert menu. I didn’t see anything that stood out to me, though I was fairly confident that everything would have been stellar. We decided to pass in the end as we were full enough with what was already eaten to that point. We asked for our bill and it came to just under $70. I hadn’t really considered the prices before I got there, but it certainly was fair for what we ate.

Once our tab was paid, we straightened out our ties, rearranged our hair, high-fived, and then made our way to the door. It had been a good meal…a very good meal. Isa had all the things one could want from a restaurant. Looking for great food? Isa does it. Want a beautiful, relaxed atmosphere? Isa does it. Want good service? Isa does it. Now it’s your turn to do it. Go there for yourself and see what’s happening. I promise you, Isa well worth it.

Stay hungry.

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Bruno’s – New to Me, Not to Portland

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Before I visited Bruno’s, I knew nothing about it other than that it existed somewhere in the multiverse. I had driven by many times in the past, but paid little attention to the 35 year veteran of serving Italian cuisine in Portland. I surmised that it was now time to learn more when my online search for a Portland restaurant to visit turned up Bruno’s as one of the options and then my wife suggested we try it. She had been there years ago, but it was so long that it would essentially be new to both of us.

Mrs. Portlandeater tried to find a parking space and I went into the tavern side – there is a tavern side and a dining room side – and checked out the situation thinking that the tavern might be the fun part of the restaurant. Indeed it was fun as the place was absolutely jammed with people eating, laughing, carousing, and whatever other -ings occur in taverns. I walked deep into the room to an area reserved for functions. It didn’t look to be set up for a banquet of any sort though a few people were seated at banquet tables. It seemed that they were seating there because every other seat on the tavern side was taken.

I left and waited outside for my wife and then explained to her that there was simply no room for us inside. She suggested making our way to the dining room. When we got there, that too was packed. We checked in with the hostess who was able to spot the only open table in the entire restaurant and get us seated. As I observed the decor and atmosphere of the restaurant, I found it to be purely old school Italian. It lacked any modern look or feel, but that didn’t seem to deter all of Portland from showing up.

As I started to look at the menu and took pictures of it like bloggers often do, I heard the people at the next table complaining about how I was taking so many pictures and that I should put my phone away and actually decide what I wanted to eat. Unfortunately, they didn’t know I was blogging superhero Peterpeterportlandeater and that I have a job to provide all of Portland with the most accurate reviews possible, for which I require lots of pictures. It didn’t happen immediately, but in time I did as they wished and started to make some decisions about what I would order.

When the waiter came over and asked about drinks, my wife ordered the Dark and Stormy – Gosling’s Black Seal Rum, ginger beer, fresh lime. I wasn’t really ready yet, but I quickly picked out a drink which is always perfect for my girly drink desires, the Lemon Drop Martini – Grey Goose Citron, Cointreau, lemon sour. I turned down the offer for a sugared rim though as I generally find that just too sweet. With libations taken care of, I went deep into the menu to figure out what food I I would enjoy that evening. I skipped past the entrees and pizzas because I was in more of an appetizer and sandwich mood.

Ordering something different than my ususal apps was a priority for me. Immediately, I spied the Crab-Stuffed Mushrooms – mushroom, Maine crab, and cracker stuffing. I never ordered those in the past because I used to make them when I was a cook and they were so good that I’m always afraid I’ll be disappointed if I try them when they’re made by someone else. I eventually decided it was the night I would go ahead and try those mofos again. I hoped with all the hope I had that they would be winners. After that decision, I began considering all manner of sandwiches and burgers. I wasn’t committed to one or the other and there were many options, so I still had work to do.

While continuing to contemplate my final food selection, our drinks arrived looking beautiful as could be. We put in the order for mushrooms and held off on a main course. As I went to sip my drink, I realized we had some bread at our table. I thought to myself that I must have blacked out when it was delivered. Nonetheless, before drinking, I poured some of the oil that was also nearby into a plate and shared the pieces of focaccia with my wife. I dipped the non-phonetically-pronounced bread into the slippery liquid and bit into it. The oil was very well seasoned and the bread was soft and fresh. I was quite happy with it, but I still added a bit of both salt and pepper to the dipping plate and made it even better. Yum!

Once a few bites of the bread were down the hatch, I was finally ready for a sip of the lemon drop. I pursed my lips, raised my pinkie high in the air, and took a tiny swig of the seriously citrus cocktail. It was…*cough, cough*…very strong. I have never complained about a strong drink and I’m not going to start now. It was potent, yes, but very tasty. I took sips of that, finished the focaccia, and moved on to the slice of white in the bread basket. Mrs. P. added that her cocktail was quite a hearty one too.

Our waiter returned and we were presented with a dish full of four well-stuffed white mushroom caps. At that point, we were ready to finish placing food orders. She went with the Chicken Parmesan – Chicken cutlet, tomato sauce, three cheeses, house rigatoni. I asked which item was recommended between the Dominic’s Special – grilled chicken, fontinella cheese, pepperoncinis – and the Bruno Burger – grilled pepperoni, pepperoncinis, fontinella on an egg roll. At the waiters suggestion, I chose the latter and awaited my Brunotized beef party.

The waiter left and I was intent upon getting my grubby mitts on the mushrooms. Each large cap had a bulbous ball of stuffing implanted into the top of it and all were set on a dish in a pool of butter. We both grabbed one and I cut it in half, readying it to be placed into my stuffed mushroom hole. I put it in without hesitation and gave it the business. It was wonderous with a nice, fresh base filled with plenty of crab, cracker, and butter. These were no joke and very similar to how I remember having made them myself. Save for the one eaten by my wife, I got them all into my belly as quickly as possible, still sure to savor every bite.

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A salad which came with my wife’s meal was brought to the table shortly after the shrooms were gone. She had chosen the house-made peppercorn dressing to go with it. After starting to nibble on the greens, she told me the dressing was on the sweet side. I tried it and confirmed that for me it would have been too much, but she seemed to like it. As soon as that was gone, our meals came out. Her plate was half chicken/half pasta. Mine was filled with a burger and the fries I had chosen over potato salad or cole slaw when the waiter assured me that they were cut in-house.

Immediately upon the dropping of the plate in front of me, I noticed an issue with the fries. They were far from crispy. I tried one to verify my visual assessment and they were borderline soggy. I dipped a couple in ketchup which helped me forget their undone-ness a little. I moved on to the burger. It was made with an eight ounce patty which is the perfect size unless you’re a six-year-old. My first bite was a lesson about the awesomeness of grilled pepperoni on top of beef. It was superb seasoning for the meat. The cheese and pepperoncinis added even more great flavor flav to the burger burg, but I would have liked more of the greenish-yellow pepper between my buns to create a bit more zing. Regardless, it was a tasty offering.

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My burger kept creeping into my craw and my wife’s chicken parm seemed to be going down smoothly too. We finished all the food with me consuming the last bites of her meal. I’m not a huge fan of chicken parm, but there’s no doubt it was a good example of the Italian staple. The sauce was well done with proper garlic notes, plenty of cheese, and the pasta cooked el dante which is my preference. We waited for the waiter to return, agreeing that we would look at a dessert menu for something to potentially share. I was – as always – ready for something with peanut butter but was also willing to consider my second favorite dessert item – cheese. Restaurants that have both ingredients in one item automatically earn my nonexistent Award of Dessert Awesomeness.

We scanned the menu as the waiter described both the Cheesscale of the Month made with a Kahlua fudge crust layer and a Bailey’s Irish Cream cheesecake layer and the Justina’s Cheesecake topped with Grand Marnier sour cream frosting. The waiter left to let us decide, but not before letting us know that he was also the pastry chef and would be insulted if we didn’t try anything. He was joking about the last part I think, but after describing the cheesecakes, I was pretty much convinced we needed to share the boozy COTM. My wife wholeheartedly agreed and we placed the order when our pastry chef/waiter made his way back, adding a decaf coffee to the mix for good measure.

Dessert came out and looked delicious with a chocolate drizzle, whipped cream on the back end, and a powdered sugar poof on top of it all. We both dug into the glorious piece of cake at the same time. The cheesecake was magnificent. The booze was light and gave just a hint of each flavor to the treat. The primary punches of chocolate fudge and cheese were pronounced and well-balanced. The smooth cake went down easily as we worked our way toward the back of it where we got to the small dallop of cream which helped wash it all down. Just like that, the cake was done, we were full, and all seemed right with the world.

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Our meal came to about $65 before tip. It was a fair price for food which provided me with happy moments and very good service. The fries needed some work or at least some more frying time, but other than that, the food was right by me. We went to Bruno’s not knowing what to expect and left knowing a return trip at some point in the future might not be a bad idea. If you don’t mind a little old style decor and a crowded restaurant and you like Italian food, put Bruno’s on your list of places to visit. Going there turned out to be well worth it.

Stay hungry.

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Samuel’s – An Exceptionally Popular Neighborhood Locale

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After recently visiting their brand new sister location, I thought I needed to head to the well-established Samuel’s on Forest Ave. I had heard various bits of information about the bar and restaurant mostly focused around it being popular and divey. I figured it was busy when we got there because I couldn’t find a space in their lot and there was limited street parking remaining. After a thorough search, we finally found a spot and walked through cold air until we made our entrance.

When we opened the door and walked in, everything I had heard was confirmed; it was exceptionally busy with hardly room to move. Only the two tables closest to the door were available, so we snagged one of them. The place was nice for a neighborhood bar and it was clear that everyone there knew each other and had been going for years. It immediately seemed like a cozy, fun location. There were a lot of people drinking, laughing, and essentially acting as through they were right at home. When the waitress approached, we asked for waters and told her that we weren’t ready for anything else quite yet.

Our waters arrived and we inquired about the available beverages. My wife ended up ordering a Woodchuck Cider; I finally decided on a Shipyard Prelude Special Ale. As we scanned the menu following our drink orders, I was thoroughly stumped. The food was pretty much exactly what I expected from Samuel’s, but I had no proclivity toward anything in particular. They had a couple two for one dinner specials that looked appealing, but I would have had to eat them both since the wife wasn’t interested in either. I considered nachos or wings for a starter, but then had to decide between pizza, burgers, sandwiches, and entrees. There were some soups and salads on the menu too, but it wasn’t that type of night.

With a little convincing, Mrs. Portlandeater agreed to share an order of the Boneless Sweet Thai Chili Wings and we put that in when we got our drinks. I sipped my beer which was dark, full-bodied, heavy, and delicious. As I did so, I continued to contemplate what I wanted to eat. I ruled out chicken beyond the wings, fish, and then pizza, leaving me at the BBQ Bacon Burger – BBQ sauce, bacon, and cheddar with choice of fries or chips. I went with the latter. She went with the Tuna Sandwich with lettuce, tomato, and mayo – and sweet potato fries for an upcharge.

We received our wings pretty quickly which was quite surprising considering how packed the place was and how few staff members appeared to be working. Nonetheless, everyone else seemed to be getting speedy service too. The waitress didn’t ask if we wanted blue cheese or ranch for the wings and ended up bringing out both for us. The ranch was in a prepackaged container, and I assumed the blue cheese was made pre-made too. The wings looked appealing and came with the traditional carrots and celery. I also noted that for the price, there were a lot of wings in our basket.

Upon trying the chicken flappers, I found them to be particularly tender. The sauce was good, but pretty much the standard Thai chili. The blue cheese dressing was very good like one of the better store bought brands, but the ranch was not particularly tasty. Overall, the wings were solid, as I do love me tender wings, but the sauce was neither exceptionally sweet nor spicy. They were flavored best with a dip into the blue cheese. We ate them all and I even dug into the carrots and celery a bit before I remembered that it wasn’t a veggie night.

As we waited for our main courses, I continued quietly observing the crowd of people constantly entering the restaurant. There were at least two parties waiting for a table with all the bar seats filled and plenty of people standing around them. The place was full and customers were still coming in consistently. The wait staff continued to have everything under control even as they struggled to sneak by people who were gathering at the tables and crowding the walking paths.

Before too long we were greeted by the rest of the food we had ordered. I tried the burger and noted a basic barbeque sauce I thought was most likely store-bought. It reminded me of Sweet Baby Ray’s which wasn’t awful. The burger was perfectly well done, just as I ordered it and the bun was perfectly toasted. I  felt that the overall burger was good, but relatively run-of-the-mill. However, the chef definitely did the best he could with what he had to work with that evening. If I was going to get somewhat standard food, I hoped that it was cooked correctly, and there’s no doubt it was all the way around. My wife was pleased with her tuna sandwich and I tried it to see how it was. It pretty much matched my feelings about the burger – good, but not a standout performer.

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We finished eating and paid our bill which I believe was somewhere around $40 buck before tip. It wasn’t pricey, but the food didn’t distinguish itself in selection or quality. Nonetheless, it wasn’t bad and was pretty much what one would expect from a neighborhood location outside of Portland. Inside Portland, I tend to expect a little more pizzazz. If Samuel’s made their own sauces, that alone might do the trick. However, they present an interesting juxtaposition between a location which is really fun to be at and one which doesn’t necessarily offer food that someone would go out of their way to eat. Would I go back? Yeah, I would. I wouldn’t go just for the food, but if I was already there having drinks, I wouldn’t avoid it either.

Stay hungry.

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